The Fallen Prophet歌词

I divine your nemesis.
Your inability to stand the breakdown of your cynical,
absurdly falling opus,
About to choke relicts of hope,
about to lose control over those that Shall remain your ancient charade.
Free and yet caged it prospers in disguise.
Too old to suffer,
Too young to fall apart but doomed in every slice.
Facing the nature of loss,
confronting the noise With eternal silence,
becoming the fiend is salvation.
As long as the prophet will fall.
Free and yet caged it prospers in disguise.
Too old to suffer,
Too young to fall apart but doomed in every slice.
About to choke relicts of hope,
about to lose control over those that Shall remain your ancient charade.
Facing the nature of loss,
confronting the noise With eternal silence,
becoming the fiend is salvation.
As long as the prophet will fall.
I conclude that nothing shall remain.
Condemned to go down,
condemned to fail.编辑于2024/01/28更新